“Death walked with every Warden, and you learned to bury grief beneath duty. Easier to do that, it seemed, before grief's edge had been honed by love and friendship. But regret had a weight of its own, and he wished he'd seen that sooner.”
“Everyone knew Arlathan Forest was haunted, wracked by old elven magic that lingered centuries later, dangerous and uncontrolled. A monument to the elves' lack of discipline, an old magister had once told Myrion.”